I groan. “She’s not who I thought she was.” “Aw, yeah. The plot thickens.” “There is no plot. I’ll have you shoveling shit all day tomorrow if you don’t quit your talking.” “You’re the one who hasn’t hung up.” “I’m hanging up!” “You have condoms at the cabin, right?” “Fuck off.” I glance down the hall at the bathroom door. Shit, do I have condoms?
